The joy of giving love.

 So here is where I tell you a little about me, and where my heart is.

I am 35 years old (I know..stop it..I don’t look a day over 21 right?..I get it ALL the time ;)  and I have only in the last few years discovered a lot more about myself than I ever knew. I have come to acknowledge the things I am really passionate about in my life, and things I am grateful for above anything else.

I love myself. I am totally aware that I am not perfect and hope never to be (that would be boring). I have as many faults as the next person (unless the next person is a politician, in which case I am waaay ahead). I have annoying habits and quirks, some of the many being impatience and a quick temper. I like to get things done my own way, and in my own time. But I love who I am, and who I can be. I have experienced a lot of pain and heartbreak, bad times and good. I accept that I can be cynical about the universe and how it treats you sometimes. With the right motivation I know I can improve myself and I have unlimited potential. All that sounds very egotistical I suppose, but you have to love who you are, period.

I love my husband. Chili has given me more strength, love and support in the few years since we have met than anyone else ever. He understands who I am and accepts my flaws, as I do his. We share ideas and dreams. We share passions and hopes.  He supports my wild ideas (to start my own business) and my missions (which we will come to soon). He is my best friend. He ‘gets’ me. Every person needs to find that one person who ‘gets’ them. Your life will be that much better for it.

I love my friends. The real ones-You know who you are. Whether we have known each other for two weeks, two years or twenty years.

I love my work. They say if you do something you love it shouldn’t feel like work. That’s where I slot in. I run my own business and I love what I do. It gives me an outlet for my weird creativity. I meet some great…no, not just great… awesome! people through my business, many of whom have since become great friends.

I love animals. It would probably not be an understatement to say that our household somewhat revolves around the furry creatures that run it. We currently have two of our own beautiful dogs-Issy, a black lab cross girl, Tyler, a rotty boy and Torino our russian blue ‘Puma’. In addition to our own mob, we foster for two amazing relentless rescue organisations-Arctic Breed Rescue and Fetching Dogs. Our current charge is an amazing little staffy cross firecracker named Zodiac. If any dog can make your heart melt it is she. The hardest part is letting them go (but I will also revisit this subject later for anyone who is wanting to know how amazing it is to foster)

I love the satisfaction of doing things for ourselves. We are currently in the ongoing stage of renovating our house into a *home*, rebuilding our F-100 truck to suit us and planning a hundred other things. We have done a major part of the renovations ourselves, and while some days it just plain sucks, there is still nothing better than sitting back and looking at your achievements and simply knowing ‘we did this’.

I love being different. Quirky things that stand out get my attention. Things that make other peoples nose wrinkle, like tattoos and loud motorcycles, bright colours and vampires, furry leopard print platforms and skulls, photo collages all over the walls and Elmo, red lipstick and big Doc Martens, Twinkies and Seether, F-100 trucks, lots of music and old cars. Just different things.

So these are some of the things that spin my wheels. Some of my passions and people who make up a part of who I am. Just a small part. If you want to know more, you’ll just have to stick around ;)

Cheers V


The C word

Children. To have or not to have.


When I was a girl, I always said that if I ever had them, it would be a case of ‘have them early and live later, or have them later and live first’

Now, while some of you will argue that children are an important part OF living, or that life cannot be lived fully until you know the joy of having ‘mini-me’s’ around your feet, it is not really a point open for argument. It was just how I saw life as it lay ahead.

I grew up fast, living with just my widowed Father and Brother, and learned to fend for myself. I partied a lot, learned a lot of life lessons, experienced both joy and heartbreak many times over, but never did find that right person that made me want to settle down and start a new life, other than the single one I was living.

Now I am at the point where, having them early, is no longer an option, I have found my ‘Mr Right’ (Chili) and we are left with the decision of whether to have them at all.

When I skipped down that aisle nearly 4 years ago and entered into the contract of ’til death do us part’ we were asked the obligatory “So when are you having children?” no more than a second after the “I do’s” were exchanged.
A few years down the track, and we are getting mixed replies from friends and family. some say we should, some say we shouldn’t (throat-cutting gesture inserted here), some say they didn’t ever think we would. I am inclined to agree with the latter.

Here are my reasons and the thoughts that justify them to me. While some may say selfish, I believe they are sound.

No.1: I am NOT a morning person. Some of my friends can put a hand on the Bible and swear to this whole-heartedly. If I am woken premature to my alarm, it has been likened to the very same reaction of a cranky bear roused from mid-Winter hibernation, claws and teeth included. I suffer from insomnia as it is, imagine my morning mood intensified ten-fold after being woken constantly by a baby at irregular intervals during that night?

No.2: I like my freedom. I ride motorcycles, drive old cars, run my own business, foster dogs, dance around the house to loud music in my underwear, answer my phone when it suits me, make my own appointments and generally do things when it suits me. It is an important part of who I am.

No.3: Travel. I have seen nowhere near enough of the world at 35, that I want to. I want to go back to the U.S, England, Scotland, Ireland, Hawaii, the rest of Australia and wherever else plans take us in the future.

No.4: Did I mention I am NOT a morning person? Just making sure.

No.5: I cannot relate. While some people see a baby and turn to mush or can start a conversation with a child, I am not one of those people. Children make a little uncomfortable to be honest. I don’t know how to treat them, what to say to them and it is not correct in this day and age, to touch them. They scream, make noise, ignore authority and just annoy me generally. Not all, but most.

These are the important ones to me. And while you can surely still travel with a babe in arms, run a business for the most part and work a child into a sleep routine, I don’t WANT to.
Sound selfish? I definitely think it will to some, but not to me. What I think would be worse, is bringing a child into the world, just because it is the ‘thing to do’. You know the drill, find someone, get married, have kids-picket fence blah blah.

I feel that if you want to have a baby, you just know. It is a built in maternal instinct thing, but I have no burning desire to have a child, no sense of incompletion would stir if life were to roll along the way it is, nappy-less.
As my husband and I discussed all of these reasons at length, we realised something even more important than any of the reasons we shouldn’t have a child. We couldn’t find too many reasons we should have one.
Perhaps only to prove to the world, that a child can still be raised to be a decent respectful human being in this day and age (but that’s another Blog altogether) is a good one, but I need more than that.
If I do something, I need to be fully invested in it, and I’m not feeling it.

Now, I don’t want judgement, but I am curious to what you all think. Do you have kids? Was it ‘the best thing that ever happened’ to you or if you had it all to do over, would things be different?



My intro to the world of Blogging….

Sitting at a quaint little Italian Pizzeria near our home on a quiet Friday night, my husband and I were involved in a discussion on the world in general. Many random and varied topics came up including everything from having children, vehicle choices and other peoples’ perceptions of the world around them. As usual, the conversation got quite involved and passionate on many things and I ended in saying “I know I have an opinion on everything, but I just want to share it”

So, this Blog was born, from my impulsive need to share. Share my opinions and insights, my weird ideas and solutions to the world’s problems, my passionate dislike for some things that happen every day in the world we live in, and the things that put a smile on my face too.

I am happy to engage in discussion with anyone, but detest negativity for it’s sake alone, so please hold your tongue if you have nothing constructive to say. Most of this will be exactly as it reads above. My opinion on things, an outlet for my thoughts and personal point of view.

I hope you find it interesting, inspiring and in some cases, infuriating enough to join in, but that is not the purpose…Plain and simply enough…I just want to say it.